walking down the street today, i saw a girl.
as she was approaching me, i thought she was very beautiful. however as we got closer i noticed that she only appeared attractive because her face was caked with layers upon layers of makeup.
so much makeup, that up close, it gave her skin a waxy, artificial look. thick foundation which worked for giving her the impressions of being fair, but at a more scrutinizing glance, was flaking off and unevenly clinging to her face. fake eyelashes, like spidery legs stuck onto her lids. ruby red lips, achieved with the help of cosmetic paint.
i couldn't help feeling slightly sympathetic towards her. at the same time it made me thankful that i'm comfortable enough in my own skin to walk out the door barefaced.